A fall from the tired leaves
They look fresh and green.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more so I cover it with a screen.

A 4 am call and shivering nausea.
Sore fingertips touching the light.
The glistening smile to give me the euphoria
of numb cold bump skin of a forgotten fight.

light and dark. light and dark. light and dark.
Words cross me, and I am not one.
A love that comes in waves and spark.
Then hides far away, hair in a bun.

Again the droplets fall off the leaves.
from the green and yellow and brown.
Colourless, transparent droplets on sleeves.
The light is more, so I cover it with a screen.